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fefairys · 6 months

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"Karezi is one of those baseline type of ships that exist in any given franchise. The kind with blinking arrows pointing to it and a neon sign saying "THE TEXT INTENDS FOR YOU TO SHIP THESE TWO." It has endgame written all over it. Which, despite some endearing qualities and some decent conversations in service to the idea, is what makes it a bit boring. To whatever extent Homestuck is capable of serving up a conventional, recognizable morsel of "fairytale intent" on a platter, this might be it. A statement expressing what it considers to be its equivalent to the boy-meets-girl, written-in-the-stars, journey-to-the-white-picket-fence sort of pairing. Which is not an inherently bad thing. There's a always place for arcs like these, and a certain comfort people take from grabbing on to the white-picket-fence outcomes and rooting for them. A lot of people were pretty stoked about Karezi. Stuff like this conversation obviously is going to start shoveling coal into that engine pretty hard. But these features are what give it a predictable quality, and thus make it much less likely to be fully realized in the long run. Instead, later it's given more value as a foil relationship, a thing that threatens to happen often, because it's "supposed" to, but functions as a basis for turbulent departures. A backdrop of stable, comprehensible relationship potential against which some more unpredictable and challenging outcomes for them both start to play out.

Karezi as the male/female lead, meant-to-be sort of ship, is, well, it's obvious. It's obvious to me at least, because I'm dangling it out there, obviously. Therefore I feel it must be obvious to you. And as such, I feel you must know I see it as obvious, and intend it as obvious, in this big feedback loop of self-evidentiary storycraft and trope jockeying. Any time this is true, I think awareness of the circumstance tends to leak into the consciousness of the characters involved. Characters in HS tend to be pretty self-aware (like Striders and Lalondes), but even the ones that aren't as much like these two) still tend to carry a form of subconscious selfawareness. (Feel free to chew on this oxymoron for a moment before continuing.) In other words, on some level, Karkat and Terezi both just sort of know they are the male and female leads in a lengthy heroic tale, and thus their sense of this propels them toward attraction, as if satisfying unspoken narrative obligation. This must especially seem true for Karkat, who lives and breathes the tropes of his romance films." -Andrew Hussie

#homestuck #sams reading homestuck again #karkat #terezi

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 6 months

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Desert Heat

Ship: Naga!Agatha x Reader

Summary: It isn't very often your lifemate gets to stretch her limbs...

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), mommy kink, unsafe heat exposure, sand, bondage, (forced) humping/grinding, bunny kink, possessiveness

A/n: Happy Holloween everyone!!

You lounge back in the lawn chair, a large umbrella casting a cool shade as the battery powered fan blows on your face.

You sip from a canteen, the water not quite hot yet, but past tepid.

You can spot her dark curls in the distance, and you smile as you watch it weave back and forth.

A long, content sigh passes through your lips.

So rarely does your lifemate get to really stretch her limbs like this, and watching her eagerly traverse the warm sand makes the deadly heat worth putting up with.

Her hair disappears, before a cloud of sand is shaken from it, and you're startled into laughter.

“I'm so holding that against you.” You chuckle to yourself. “Rolling around like a toddler.”

You close your eyes as the open air buzzes with heat, drowsing.

“Little bunny should know better than to sleep when they know a predator is around.”

You squeal with shock at Agatha's voice, her tongue gently flicking against your ear.

She throws her head back and cackles, and you half heartedly hit her arm, twisted around in your chair to glare at her.

“Agatha!” You protest. “How did you even get from there to here so quick?”

“Mmm…” She hums, her eyelids fluttering as she rubs her cheek against the crown of your head. “I'm very fast.”

“And silent, apparently.” You grump.

She laughs again, brushing her lips against your exposed skin.

“As much fun as it is to be able to race around,” she says, “I think there's something far more… Enticing sitting so prettily right here.”

Seductiveness drips from her voice, oozing through, and usually, it would be enough to enrapture you.

Usually.

“Not in the sand you don't.” You scold. “Sand gets everywhere, Agatha.”

Smooth, warm scales begin sliding over your exposed legs, and you shiver at the sensation.

“You and I both know I can take what I want without a grain of sand ever touching you, little bunny.”

At her whisper, you have to bite back a whine, shifting as arousal starts to pool between your thighs.

“Agatha.” You warn.

She leaves an open mouthed kiss on your neck, and you instinctively arch into the touch, a short gasp leaving you as you feel the tips of her fangs caress the sensitive flesh.

“Mine.” She hisses, her coils suddenly tightening, making you aware that you're now firmly in her grasp.

“T-the sand.” You stutter insistently.

Agatha growls.

“Fine.” She snaps.

Before you could blink, you're being hoisted by her sheer strength off of the lawn chair and into the air, her thick muscle convulsing as she shifts you about, holding you more safely in her grasp.

“If the next words out of your mouth isn't take me, mommy, I'm taking you back home and I won't let you travel with me anymore.”

The whimper you've been holding back slips through.

“No, I'll be good!” You cry out, knowing her threat is seriously meant. “Take me, mommy!”

Agatha's eyes gleam with her delight, and you find yourself being pulled into their depths.

“That's it, little bunny.” Agatha croons. “Lose yourself to me. You know this is where you belong… In the hands of your predator, helpless.”

You're unable to look away, some unnatural color starting to bleed through the brilliant blue bright eyes that have captured your own.

“‘M your lil’le bun’y.” You slur, fading, dropping.

Agatha’s soft touch sets your body alight, and as she pries your legs open, you relax, trusting the hungry, dangerous look that flashes across her face.

After all, your kind mistress has taught you well.

Little bunnies belong in danger to their betters, to their predators.

To their protectors.

Predator-protector. It had struck you as an oxymoron, initially. An impossibility.

You gasp as Agatha uses her hands to rip your shorts clean in two.

“Mommy!” The plea tears its way from your throat as your cunt throbs with need.

Very quickly, Agatha had corrected your notions of any conflict to her role in your life.

“My precious little one.” Her murmur is sweet, like honey, at contrast to her dark, husky tone.

Her eyes continue to pull and pull, drowning you.

In her eyes, you see the universe, and then fall through the edge, into oblivion.

Into unknown, undone.

Your clothes have disappeared, you can feel how she carefully weaves her body with yours, encasing you with precision, until your chest has been bound in a way that stimulates your burning need, and your bare pussy is against some of the thickest parts of her strong tail.

“Go on, bunny. Make a mess. Put on a show.”

It's not truly an instruction, you couldn't move even if you wanted to, and so Agatha rocks your body against hers, forcing you to grind against her iridescent scales, ripping a moan from you.

“What a good little piece of prey.” Her nose brushes against your ear, her hands beginning to wander, pulling more noises of pleasure from you. “My bunny.”

The utter possessiveness in her voice, the way it sinks beneath you and entraps you to her will – you wildly thrash, trying to get closer to her. Ridiculous as the notion may be, with Agatha literally wrapped around you, the need to be as physically close to her as possible overrides everything else.

A high pitched keening sound is drawn from you as Agatha’s head dips, her coils pulling your legs apart as she lifts you up from where her scales now shimmer in the acrid heat with your wetness, her tongue flicking deliciously against your soaked center.

“Mommy!” Your hips buck, attempting to hump at her face. “Fuck!”

Agatha’s low chuckle sends your eyes rolling, and the short gasps she pulls from you only eggs her on as she eats you out.

It isn't very long before your peak rapidly approaches, but that doesn't phase Agatha, who seems determined to drown in your essence.

“My bunny.” She murmurs against your core as she waits for the shocks passing through your body to die down. “My treasure.”

The adoration makes you whimper, a tear of pleasure finally rolling free.

“Agatha.” You hoarsely beg.

Your lifemate shifts her coils, and she envelopes you into her embrace.

You stay like that for a long while, face pressed against Agatha’s soft chest, breathing in her scent of wildflowers and petrichor, her fingers gently running through your hair.

The air buzzes with silence, the only other sound is your soft breathing that matches your lover's.

A yawn eventually grips you, and Agatha sighs.

“Come, dear.” She softly croons. “Let's get you settled for a nap.”

“Mmm… Okay…” You drowsily agree.

Agatha’s smile is pressed against your forehead as she gently kisses you, and you let out a content sigh of your own.

“Will you stay and cuddle?” You slur out as Agatha starts slithering with you still being held in her arms.

“Of course. Anything you want, superstar.”

You smile.

#c: agatha #c: snake!agatha #sky writes #sky's halloween collection #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness smut #kathryn hahn #sky's fics

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touchlikethesun · 3 months

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I feel like people are being nit-picky and lumping in any and all criticism because shes been on a pedestal for a while and her fans would seek out people who don’t like her to start fights so this slight downfall (shes a rich white women well versed in crocodile tears she will be fine) is an opportunity for any and all grievances. Like when your friend breaks up with someone and you lump in petty complaints like “they chew too loud” with the legit grievances like “they shouldn’t have yelled at grandma”.

no exactly, i think for a lot of people voicing their opinion about tswift rn, they've been bottling up all of their negative opinions for so long because they thought they'd have to deal with backlash from her fans, so now that it is suddenly publicly acceptable to criticise her, they are taking it as carte blanche to hate on her for every little thing they don't like about her - either legit like her detrimental effect on the environment and paradoxal place in politics (how can she be both sooo progressive and yet at the same time have no obligation to speak on politics? it's an oxymoron) or petty like how she personally annoys some people by being self-centered and unself-aware, the latter being not on the same level as the former camp of criticisms at all.

to be clear tho, i do not feel bad for tswift for the current backlash. i do think there are many different choices she could have made and actions she could have taken to cultivate a healthier fanbase, that would have made it possible for her to avoid the current PR disaster she's in, so as far as i'm concerned this is at least a little bit of her getting her just deserts. i really hope her and her team learn from this moment and start encouraging her to behave like celebrity icons that are secure in their status are supposed to behave. (there are trade offs for celebrity status and being able to gracefully accept criticism - at least publicly - is one of those trade offs, and it's something that will help one maintain longevity. think about the difference in how people view beyonce vs nicki minaj, and what's different about their public image/their fanbases. now think about how tswift actually handles her image and her fans, and tell me who she more resembles.)

but also, as you said, she's a rich and powerful white woman, surrounded and supported by dozens if not hundreds of other rich and powerful white people. she'll be fine, and she'd be fine even if she never appeared in public or released a song ever again.

#maybe i didn't need to respond as lengthily as i did but i have thoughts about this lol #anti taylor swift #gwen gets an ask

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histrionicscribbler · 7 months

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An Open Letter To You

Hi. I think it's about time you woke up again.

I promised myself I wouldn't intervene so directly. I don't need to add any more blurred lines to Zampanio, of all things, but I know you. If you don't get pushed, you'll never take a step. I mean, without my eyes on you... nothing happens. You sleep, in a sense.

Don't you want to know where you go?

Sorry, sorry, I don't mean to sound so pretentious. I've just not had time to breathe life into you lately, and it makes me think about the state of you when I'm not around to push you forward.

Naturally, I have the answers. That's how we operate, you and I. I make up the answers before I ask the questions, and then I set you on solving them.

You know, I've been really into The Magnus Archives recently (TXkgb2JzZXNzaW9uIGNvbnN1bWVzIHlvdXIgZXhpc3RlbmNlIGF0IHdpbGwu), and I find myself thinking of you a lot when I think of The Web. I know that means nothing to you, but oh... it is of such great significance to me. And so it is also very significant to you.

And, coincidentally, The Bridge has turned out to be quite an avatar of Corruption. I wasn't even going for that!

Unstable, that one. Holding onto everything by a thread. A gossamer thin string connecting you and I, as delicate and oxymoronically strong as spider's silk. They could pull apart at any moment, but miraculously remain tightly gripped onto the edge of a metaphorical Spiral, so self aware and yet completely clueless. Just As Confused As You Are.

They are not drowning in it. Yet. Their efforts to infect are detrimental to their ability to dive, but Zampanio demands both, so it is prying them apart at the seams.

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As The Bridge, they may provide you with insight in a more digestible manner than I. They are not a Stranger. You would do well to work alongside them rather than against them.

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Go on, then. I promise not to bother you again, Q2hlc3M=.

Wake up.

#zampanio #zampaniosim #peeb post #unreality #unreality tw #spread #im sorry i couldnt resist #you just seem so lost #and i admit ive been neglectful #wrapped in other things #good luck #peeb writes #the magnus archives #tma

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rainbowcarousels · 3 months

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remembering when you said nicki was more of a proto-daniel to armand rather an proto-louis and now i'm upset because it makes sense like lestat never saw nicki at his worst but armand did!! lestat doesn't know what a mentally ill vampire looks like when he meets louis 😭 (and oh boy is that an oxymoron because they're all fucked up but there's degrees)

and now i'm sad <3

So I tried to be thoughtful about this and make it detailed but...then I ended up writing you a fic in response instead. You played with my emotions and now this is what you get. I hope that's okay!

Whatever Louis said, Lestat was not stalking Armand. If anything, historically speaking, Armand had the tendency to stalk him! Even as far back as Paris, before they’d been formally introduced, Armand had stalked him through the theatre and watched his every step.

So if anyone was going to be prone to such an action, surely Louis should be aiming his accusations at their sometimes resident/occasional antagonist/often lover and not at Lestat. Lestat was out here minding his own business and his own business was everything that went on here, so him taking a casual stroll or three through the streets was not considered entirely unusual.

It was more unusual for Armand.

If anyone was acting in a way that you could call peculiar, look no further than his wanderings lately.

Was Louis rubbing off on him? Was he about to meandering about his eternal life now instead of building his fortresses in an illusion of safety? It’s not as if Lestat could say much about that now either. This place, this – what had Daniel called it, a Disney with fangs meets Colonial Williamsburg, this was supposed to be a place to make decisions, to keep safe the core of their ongoing immortality and it was supposed to mean something. A place to come to that felt safe.

Lestat huffed to himself.

In the end, that was all any of them really did, this building of safe havens and places to escape to.

Maybe for Armand, this was not unlike him watching Lestat at that theatre or ransacking the apartment. If he was out here gathering information, filing it away behind those intense eyes as if he were trying to make a mental folder all about him. Lestat wasn’t ruling it out. Lots of people had folders about him.

That was what happened when you ended up as the sparkling example of modern vampirism, fall apart and then try to put your pieces back together as if you’re collecting puzzle pieces. People watched you. People wondered about your decisions and considered the choices you made, even if Lestat often felt more like an oversized mascot than a Prince.

And secretly, or perhaps not so secretly by this point, that was how he’d prefer it. To be loud and wild and without the heaviness of a crown he took for the greater good but knowing it was being handled by people he could trust. As much as you could trust anyone with that kind of thing. As long as Armand and Louis never got up in arms at him at the same time, as long as Gabrielle didn’t join the rant, it was probably all running as best it can with egos larger than even his all stuffed into a little ruling party.

So if Lestat came out for a constitutional now and then, mostly now, then it was not out of character for him. It didn't mean he was stalking anyone, thank you very much.

“You’ve also established it isn’t odd for me either.”

Of course Armand was aware of him. Lestat hadn’t been trying to hide. They didn’t hide from each other, not anymore. Why should they?

“You don’t wander aimlessly.” They’d come to a stop outside the Inn, but the streets were quiet. Everything was stunningly quiet. “Since you don’t grant me access to your mind often, I must resort to more mundane methods to sniff out the mystery.”

“Louis doesn’t walk aimlessly either,” Armand deflected. “He enjoys it. That is the aim.”

“Louis doing something simply for the joy of doing it,” Lestat said, looking away from Armand and back around the streets. Doubtless people were watching him from somewhere, but he couldn’t tell exactly where from at this moment. “Will wonders never cease?”

“Joy is not spontaneous to everyone,” Armand replied evenly. “Even for you, sometimes you have to reach for it.”

“Are you reaching for it?” Lestat asked.

“I hope so,” Armand said, his expression changing from the impassive to something a little softer, something that suited those little cherubic cheeks a lot better.

This was closer to how he’d looked when he’d arrived, fledgling in tow, well over a week ago now. Something burning in veins far more potent than blood, anticipation for a reunion of their little family, perhaps?

It had only been a few nights ago that this melancholy wandering had set in. Lestat had wracked his mind to find the cause of it.

There were the complications of their relationship, but they’d embraced as lovers long apart do and he’d felt the warmth of him in his heart. No, Armand had been as happy to see him as he’d been to have him there.

Louis had been quiet, but Louis was often quiet and the court was very social. Armand of all people knew that Louis liked his little corners to disappear in so he didn’t think being ignored was the issue.

There was Marius and the inevitable difficulties of their relationship, but he’d greeted him with more warmth than usual.

There was also Daniel, but he’d arrived with Daniel in good spirits and whatever they had been working out together, it seemed to be a source of something beautiful and not something that would cause him to wander about like a lost child.

Who else was there that could cause such a response in him?

It was embarrassing that it took more than another few nights before Lestat realised where Armand tended to end up. It was a route he walked himself on occasion, when he was longing for someone else, someone that they’d shared a very long time ago without ever truly sharing him. Eleni had once told him that Armand had taken Nicolas’s death almost as well as Lestat had – so was this why he wandered by the places he had to know clung to his spirit?

Not literally, Nicolas had never shown up as others had in ghostly form, but there was an imprint of him at the places they wandered past - his fathers shop with the open window, the inn, the square, even Lestat’s rooms.

Had Lestat simply not realised that Armand had found some way to grieve another old loss, not unlike Lestat himself had been trying to do?

Eventually, he found Armand in one of the larger rooms that had been turned into something of a crafting studio by the more creative of among them. Armand had sat himself in the corner, letting two dead former lovers talk wildly about plans for some project with such an intense passion that suddenly, in his mind, something clicked into place.

When he had left Nicolas with Armand, it had been because he thought that Armand needed a guide to the then modern world. Daniel had been the same thing two centuries later. Both were sarcastic, brash, passionate about their respective arts and both had fallen into an obsessive madness before their very eyes.

“Before my eyes.” Armand’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Be thankful you didn’t see the worst of it.”

Lestat met his eye and couldn’t help but grimace. “I still wish I had,” he said.It didn’t matter that all logic said he was making things worse by staying, that their relationship had been destroyed the moment he was pulled through that window and it had been cruel to keep hanging on after that. “If only for more time. He had always wanted more time to become whoever he was supposed to be.”

“Instead, the infinity of time was the problem.” Armand wasn’t looking at him at all. Maybe it was too hard to do so. “Did you really think it would end any other way?”

Lestat could think of no rebuttal to that. Maybe before he’d drank so deeply, seen such desolation and misery, then yes, he believed they could get past it. It may have taken a while, but there would be time. It was all Nicolas had ever wanted, the time to study, the time to become the musician he wanted to be and maybe it was Lestat’s own foolishness to think that may have made him happy.

“Giving someone what they think want can cause more problems than it solves,” Armand said.

It was only then that Lestat understood, that the reason he wasn’t looking at Lestat wasn’t because he was overcome with some old emotion but rather that he was looking at another child that should never have to pass: his own.

Daniel had been exactly what Lestat had hoped Nicolas would be for Armand, his link to the world, a teacher of how to be a person from the most self possessed person he knew and yet, shortly after coming into the blood, their relationship had been ripped to shreds too. Daniel had slipped into obsession while Armand had slipped into despair.

But they had recovered. Armand had founded Trinity Gate with Louis, he had kept the children safe and he had begun to connect with old lovers and lovers that should have been. From his understanding, Daniel had slowly found his way back to the world under Marius’ care and his patience, something Armand confessed he didn’t know he could give another of his blood. They had found new life in themselves before finding each other again.

If Nicolas had the time, if they had all known what they know now, could he have recovered from his fevered mind?

Could he have found himself in the rubble and as stubbornly as he had cursed him out, as creatively as he had written his music, as persistently as he had practiced his craft, begun to see the world as something that could be beautiful? No, not beautiful, beautiful wouldn’t have been enough, but as something interesting, something thought provoking, something that could have kept his mind from slipping down into the wailing waves of his own internal agonies?

“I did what I thought would help.” Armand’s voice was tight now. “Clearly Marius knows something I don’t.”

“And if you’re not careful, he’ll give you an extensive yet largely uninformative lecture on what it is.” Lestat reached for his hands, cupping them in his own. They were fever hot and it warmed something within him to do it. “I am not casting blame on you. I know that you did everything you could, and you always do. I’m not blind to what you did for Louis. I’m not blind to what you do for me either. I’m just a little sad to think of what we could have had.”

“He would have liked that,” Armand said, eyes flickering to Lestat’s own. There was the briefest hint of an affectionate smile, but if it was for how Nicolas seemed to make despair and darkness into something to be loved or for Lestat then or Lestat now, who knows? “Any idiot can make you smile, but this deep sense of grief, a sweet misery, I think he would have liked to be remembered as having caused that.”

“You’re right,” Lestat agreed. Any idiot could be happy, he’d often said, in fact idiots were often happier because they didn’t know any differently. This mix of grief, nostalgia, pain and pleasure tied into a memory, it would be how his Nicki would want to be remembered. “And things didn’t turn out so badly in the end, did they?”

“He was right about one thing,” Armand said, rolling his eyes. “You are irrepressibly optimistic.”

“It’s part of my charm,” Lestat said, bringing Armand’s hands to his lips and kissing them, taking care to brush a fang over the skin just to feel the reaction. “And I am terribly charming, aren’t I?”

“You’re definitely terrible.”

It lost some of its heat by the way his face could still go the softest shade of red, but Lestat would take it.

#askbox fic #answered #hekateinhell #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #vc #vampire chronicles #the parallel between daniel and nicolas always gets to me #so thank you for that #this is a little rough around the edges so please forgive me for that #nicolas de lenfent

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throwaway-yandere · 3 months

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With Valentine’s approaching, I figured I’d shoot my shot before the blog revamp :’3

Good afternoon, Archbishop Theophilus!! Since you took the time to inquire about my personal style, it’s only polite that I ask you a similar question \(//∇//)\

Aside from fur cloaks, do you have any other fashion preferences?? I assume you have an affinity for accessories, given your earring and hair ornaments. Ohh and I can only imagine how elegant your horns would look with jewelry—not that they aren’t already striking on their own. (Do correct me if dragons such as yourself are against decorating their horns.)

I’ll leave it at that. I’m afraid that if I go into more detail about your beauty, I’d take up too many of your precious hours. Have a nice day, Archbishop ^o^

P.S. Hiiii Ansy, I hope you’re doing well!! I’ve said this before but Theophilus is srsly so pretty. And a dragon + archbishop combo……it feels rather oxymoronic(??), which makes his concept all the more interesting. I can’t wait for his fic >:3

P.P.S. GOODBYE I JUST LEARNED THAT DUKE DILUC IS IN THE LEAD?? And I’d just typed a paragraph joking about how Theophilus and Sunday (the previous lead) both have Biblical references *sobs* I’ll miss our archbishop……

"There... I must say, dear, it looks wonderful on you— though perhaps a size too large— but it adds to the charm!" The archbishop spoke. Although his voice is as soft as ever, no one can miss the way his voice chirps like an excited fledgeling. "You are a beautiful human, Jessamine. My ornaments look far more dashing when you are the one to wear them."

He chuckled softly as he patted your head.

"You can keep what you're wearing, I have spares." Theophilus said before you caught a glimpse of a teasing smirk in his face that disappeared quickly. "I'm aware the flower may not be as valuable for the merchants, but the cloak should fetch a large sum of gold."

"After all, most of what I wear are prepared by the Royal Family. All except the flower and earring. I enjoy any reminders that the small things in life— in nature— are worth thousand years of living for. Before I was hailed as the archbishop, I donned enormous flower crowns often. A shame it's not appropriate for my station."

The Archbishop closed his eyes and pondered about your next inquiry.

"My kind... Hmm..." He mumbled softly. "I wouldn't know. I am the last living Earth dragon left, but if my predecessors and I are similar, I think we wouldn't mind extra decor. That is, of course, if it is a gift bestowed by our beloveds...."

"Oh, leaving so soon?" Theophilus frowned. "Oh, that's alright. Do not fret, I understand. May the God Eusebius walk alongside you."

Okay it's ansy now, I hope you're doing well too and omg I'm rereading your HVOY reblog for a while now fuskkfkakskw. Theo is such a good boy I feel bad for the pain I'm putting him that I nearly forgot how much worse it is that he's a "dragon" archbishop ngl hAHAHAH—

ALSO SIKDKAKA I HAVE NO CLUE WHO'S WINNING THE THEME, I JUST HEARD THE RANKINH WAS SUNDAY FIRST, THEN RATIO THEN NEUVILLETTE??? AND NOW ITS DILUC???? LAST TIME I HEARD DILUC WAS LAST PLACE WITH NO VOTES TF HAPPENED HAHAJAHAJAHAH WHO STARTED A PROPAGANDA HUH?????? WHICH ONE OF YALL WAS IT LMAO—

Naur cuz me too 😭😭😭 i was gonna make a Theo passing his job to Sunday joke drawing too about how they're besties cuz I thought Sunday was on the lead. I am definitely not expecting Diluc. Duke Diluc I know you are self-aware and know the world is a lie but please don't hurt Theo he never did anything wrong ever

#ansy-stalks #eidolon: theophilus #eidolon answers

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bookshelfdreams · 2 years

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Opening discussion to the class: The juxtaposition of 'whippies', an entire scene devoted to Calico Jack's very specific brand of procribed masculinity, then direct cut to Frenchie and Wee John working on their room blueprints to "design [their] sanctum. [Their] space. No rules. It can be whatever [they] want it to be."

hmmm. very good.

I like the way you put this, "prescribed masculinity"( I'm assuming that's what you mean anyway, pls correct me if I'm wrong). Because that's what this specific brand of hypermasculinity Jack is performing really is; a set of very strict rules one has to follow to be considered a "real" man. There's a great essay by @mathildia that deals with the oxymoron of performative masculinity (as concerning Steve Rogers, so cw for the MCU lmao) where they say

But performative masculinity has a tension to it that performative femininity does not, because performing itself is seen as innately unmasculine. You cannot learn to be a real man, you are or you are not. You can’t make one or learn to be one. Because our story about masculinity is that it just is. It is an ur state of being. The most natural way for a human to be.

I read this in 2015 and haven't stopped thinking about it since.

You're right, Jack's whip is the epitome of his masculinity (a little unorthodox for a metaphorical dick but it makes sense in context). Jack is seen doing tricks with it. He's performing to look cool. Nothing about his masculinity is easy or natural; he may put on a veneer of "I don't give a shit" but he cares about how he is perceived, he very deliberately influences and manipulates the way people see him.

But the un-performability of masculinity means he cannot acknowledge the effort he puts into all this. he puts the whip in Olu's hand and expects him to hit a cup on the Swede's head, despite Olu saying he's never done this before. It's no coincidence that it is kind, gentle, caring, emotionally aware, community-oriented Olu, specifically, who is put on the spot like this.

Show me you're a real man, Jack says, as if he'd be able to insult Olu's masculinity.

ofmd turns the juxtaposition of performance and masculinity on it's head, because ofmd is aware of something the MCU will never understand: You do not have to fit in the gender box because there is no box. If you're a man, everything you do will automatically be manly; there is no wrong way to be a man.

Wee John especially is a really good example of this, because he's a deconstruction of that character trope, where the big, strong guy is really a sensitive soul, maybe slightly cowardly, with "unmasculine" hobbies or interests. This is also usually the Fat Guy, because fatness is seen as degendering; a fat man is inherently not a "real man" (in media!! I want to empathize that I think this trope is very stupid). And Wee John falls into this, kinda; he's sometimes seen with this little doll, he cries about Pinocchio, he used to make dresses with his mum. But. It's never a Thing. It never stands out all that much, because obviously the whole crew is Like That.

The room is "anything they want it to be", yes. But it's not about having a space to be yourself, because Frenchie and Wee John (and everyone else) constantly are themselves. It's about the luxury of privacy, not about finding a place where you can embrace your authentic self. They are not trapped in a gender prison of their own making.

Jack, for all his posturing and hall his swagger and for all the ferocity with which he swings both his metaphorical and literal dick around, is deeply, desperately unhappy. The crying about being marooned is just to antagonize Stede; but we are all social animals. One of the ways in which men are lied to is by being told that vulnerability, genuine connections, trust and openness are "unmanly"; will be their unmaking. Jack plays a grimdark Lone Ranger of the Caribbean and he thinks it makes him the ultimate man, that it makes him indestructable and heroic. But it just makes him lonely, and it is ultimately his undoing.

Now I would like to turn this over to the rest of the class :)

#that was as usual meandering and unstructured but hopefully there's something interesting in here for you <3 #the way they deal w masculinity esp in comparison w other media properties is SO interesting to me like #dont even get me started on the hair XD #our flag means death #thoughts #seaglassandeelgrass #message

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georges-chambers · 19 days

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❤️ 💚 🖤 for the ask game!

"Which character do you think is most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?"

This one is not easy, really. A lot of Terror characters I personally really enjoy I also know literally aren't given elaborate canon characters so I understand they're. Not really 'mischaracterized', their fan interpretations which might be most popular just Aren't Mine, Personally. And a lot is still just a matter of preference and phrasing a characters actions as like, 'their intentional, malicious inaction' versus 'their incredible struggle and relatable lack of initiative'. So taking all of this into account. Going to say Billy Gibson. I'm just. So tired of So many fans somehow seeing everything he did and making him out to be someone totally innocent taken advantage of and manipulated in every way. He absolutely. Wasnt? Did they somehow miss Hickey's, 'I pressed him?' Line entirely? Did they miss the fact that he came up with the idea for a mutiny? THE FACT THAT HE TOLD IRVING, THE WAY HE DID? But I also still really like him as a character because that makes him so much more interesting than just a helpless victim so I can't stand how some fans just take absolutely no interest there.

"What does everyone else get wrong about your favourite character?'

My chosen blorbo Chambers? Technically he has so few lines 90% of the character I think is there is my own hc but I will say this anyways: I feel like people make him out to be both 1. Something or an orphan of some kind, and 2. Just like. Really innocent. Way more often than they should. The second goes for basically any ships boy. Like yes their whole thing was being younger and inexperienced compared to the rest of the crew, but like. Idk. I feel like a lot of fans either make them even younger and/or more. 'Modern' standards for what they'd expect of 18/19 year olrs at the time and place and I just. Don't see it at all. Which also ties into why I don't personally like the first thing with Chambers specifically. It's clearly canon with Young and one can't rule it out for Evans and Golding, but like. What characterization we actually do get of Chambers shows him being the one who seems to look up to, even admire perceived authorities like Sir John and Bryant a lot. Way more than others anyways. Even until the very end, unlike someone who seems to have had a much more probably desperate life, like Golding, he just. Never does any sort of mutiny, despite being in what seems like the same sort of position as any who did. So while I still feel like the idea is definitely valid and sometimes like reading about ot, I just personally feel like there's no way he was a completely destitute little waif, definitely not compared to the other 3 ships boys. There's also the fact that the historical Chambers actually had a family who were still aware he'd gone away and waiting for his return and all, which is, again, much more than the other ships boys had. But also I feel like saying I dislike most of all when people combine the idea that they're just sopping wet pathetic Victorian orphans And Also innocent children who know/understand the harshness of life so little because that's. An oxymoron to me. Pick One. Tbh all 4 of them could be considered my favourite characters less because I like them and more because I have A Lot of Thoughts on them i guess.

"Which character is not as morally good as everyone seems to think?"

Of course there's obviously Gibson like I just mentioned, Goodsir for clear reasons, but keeping with my ships boy brand, I literally wanted so much to answer exactly this to say Fucking Golding. Tbh it's not really like anyone's defending him much, but I hear so often, 'Well, by that point what choice did he have?' Or some variation of him being like 'lead astray' by Hickey and oh my God. I get it, he's just a little ships boy or something, but did we watch the same show? (He's like one of the most tertiary characters who has So few lines so I do completely understand this and again, it's just my personal hcs. But like. Here's why I cannot see that.) Most use the idea that he 'didn't have anyone else' but this is the same or a similar idea to the idea that Gibson 'had no one else', an idea which makes a lot more sense in the context of Hickey and Gibsons whole relationship, but like. What. Does Golding have in common with Hickey? Like name 1 reason why he should trust more and be closer to Hickey than God only knows how many other just. Similar crew mates on Terror? And there is the fact that after/around when Strong and Evans die, they're seen together with Golding telling Hickey 'Take care of yourself' (this does in fact haunt me), but like. All that indicates is they had some sort of Connection, but not how deep it was in any way. Also there's the way we see Hickey interact with/talk about the men he does actively manipulate such as Manson, Armitage, and Hartnell, and of course correct me if I'm wrong but like. Goldings just about as able as any of them. One could probably argue less of a liability Because he could always try using his impressionability to his advantage. But yet Hickey did nothing with him, despite how apparently impressionable he'd be. And even if that were the case and somehow he takes a sort of solace in Hickey or Hickeys able to mastermindedly manipulate him slowly, so easily he doesn't even seem to. Be putting much premeditation or anything behind it. Even if that's true, what about when he was manipulating Crozier? How would Golding be able to come up with and do that (Actively Scheming though he did look of course) but see none of what Hickey did with him? And just. Why? The others loyal to Hickey by that point, we generally know about. We know about Hodgson and Tozer and why they're as loyal as they are. We even know more about Armitage and why he's involved. But like. We Don't know why the hell Goldings doing any of this, not as well as we do them. If he were really just the most pathetic, poor idiot being manipulated into it all, why wouldn't he just think, 'hm. Well there's . A lot of protection here with Crozier. And even if I'm not too fond of anyone here, we just have a lot more practical resources and all. And I could sell all of them out here and now and he probably couldn't or wouldn't punish me too harshly and I'd be protected.' Like. He could probably go on to assume that on some level. So the fact that he does all he does and chooses to go back to Hickey and bring back Crozier and others to them, to me, implies he was probably way closer to Hickey than we really saw, definitely had the premeditation to just. Do all that, and like. God only knows what else he'd do right?

I just think Goldings way more fucked up than most seem to acknowledge/think about and definitely not a complete idiot, arguably smarter than some of the other mutineers. Thank you for reading this manifesto of a post.

#ask game #golding #chambers #gibson

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bcofl0ve · 3 months

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So, I have a very gentle, very non-judgmental comment to make about the 'relationship discourse'. I say this with nothing but good vibes and intentions, so please don't interpret it as me coming at you or anyone else!

No matter where you stand, it seems a little odd to be heavily invested in someone else's relationship. I say this as someone who has followed celebrity gossip off and on for a long time, so I get it. It's fun to speculate, but at the end of the day no one really *knows* anything other than the people in the relationship itself. I'm a casual fan, and I was surprised at the strong feelings that this relationship seemed to elicit from so many people. Because (I say with love) no one really knows what goes on in their personal lives, and everything that's discussed (on both sides) is only speculation.

I feel so preachy coming into your inbox with all this, and I know you probably are aware of/have considered most of the points I made. I also know that I used the word 'odd' and I don't feel entirely good about that, because I'm not suggesting that you or anyone else here is odd. I'm also also not trying to act holier-than-thou because I'm a casual fan. I'm just giving my two cents as an observer. I hope that you take this in the spirit I meant it, because I realize this might come off as patronizing through the wrong lens. Long story short? Everyone should take a yoga breath and rewarch Dune before Dune 2 comes out (and not come for me with pitchforks, because I know this is a heated discussion and I fear I may have poured gasoline on the 🔥🫣).

you’re so fine don’t worry. getting Meta about fandom/stan culture etc is actually something i really enjoy- no problems chatting about it when folks are civil like you!

i mean, in the most bare bones terms: i’m invested because i enjoy celebrity culture/hollywood gossip, really like both austin and kaia as creatives and people- and think that the flip side of being so private is that it makes people inherently more nosy about what we don’t see. on both ends, as we see with people taking advantage of all the ‘empty space’ to create wild PR theories, whereas i think the ““shippers”” use the empty space to giggle and kick our feet and lean more towards happier gap fillers like “hm i wonder if they’ll do xyz together!”.

i do consider austin’s fandom my hobby at this point, so i’m invested in him i would be any other hypothetical hobby- not a sports person but maybe that’s a good example? lots of sports fans get really into the people who play on a team they really like- i guess you could see hollywood is my “sport” and two of my favorite players are austin and kaia, haha. i fully acknowledge that’s parasocial, but i do have my own boundaries and try to be an ‘ethical’ a gossiper as possible, even when i know ethical gossip blogger is an oxymoron. the second this is more serious than fun for me is the day i leave- a rule i wish i adopted sooner re: the broadway gossip blog days of yore. fandom is supposed to be fun, and at least right now i’m having a great time!

i will clarify though that re: tumblr specifically, me and that other blog’s issues with each other are deeper than disagreeing about austin and kaia- and so if we seem very heated with *each other* it’s not just. coming from our passionate celebrity opinions lol. i don’t know how closely you follow my blog/how long you’ve been around these parts but that blog has spent a year giving a platform to people personally insulting me as an individual (not just my fandom opinions) and smearing me and at one point got honey potted by someone who decided to see if she’d want to doxx me given the opportunity (someone sent her an anon saying to vague post if she wanted to know where i’m in law school- something i keep very private, i don’t even say what state i live in- and she immediately followed the bait instructions, lol).

i won’t say the tit for tat between us every now and then will ever end because like- it won’t lol. we’re both bitey people and we both have narc followers who send our posts back and forth and we both strongly dislike each other. i think at this rate our occasional sparring is just a staple of the tumblr fandom- god love all of you that put up with it. i hope all of this made sense though, pls feel free to follow up! (:

#mod talk #gossip time with mollie

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stereax · 4 months

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15 People 15 Questions with Stereax - thanks @simmyfrobby for the direct tag and @jonassiegenthighler for the GC tag <3

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope! As far as I'm aware, I was named from one of those baby name books but my parents fucked up the spelling on purpose to be "special".

2. when was the last time you cried?

Probably just before Christmas when I was realizing just how fucked up my childhood and family dynamics are in a chat with a friend. Before that, in class while I was bombing a presentation. Before that, in class when the teacher told me to... raise my hand before I spoke... I don't really ever cry unless in public and it's always for a stupid reason.

3. do you have kids?

I have a lot of stuffed animals! And a bunch of kids I tutor. But none of my own, that's not in the plans.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

My parents tried me in everything, but mostly tennis stuck. I'm not that good at it, I'm not really athletic in general and my forehand was busted to the point where I would only do lobs with it, but I was fairly okay, especially when it came to my backhand, so I got by. Haven't played in a few years though.

5. do you use sarcasm?

A lot more in real life than online.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

One of the things I try to pay attention to is the hands. I also end up looking at teeth a lot. Both of those can kind of give you an idea of who a person is. I don't know if I'm good at eye contact or not, but I don't really think so?

7. what’s your eye color?

Hahahaha. It's kind of... everything? Not in a Mary Sue way but like, the outer ring is a greyish blue-green and the inner ring is like, a golden hazel-y green? And depending on the lighting or glasses, that changes? So... my ID says green.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies mostly annoy me, so happy endings. I don't like sad endings that much; I tend to dwell on them too long.

9. any talents?

Um, I used to be a mathlete when I was a kid? So I can do a lot of math in my head, generally exceeding the capabilities of most people I know, and usually with speed too. But that's not really a "talent". I guess I speak several languages, but again, not really a "talent". I don't really know. I don't really consider myself good at anything, you know? I write? Sometimes? But not well either. So.

10. where were you born?

Ridgewood, New Jersey. Apparently because my parents thought it would be a "good city to be born in" and that it would "always be on my birth certificate". I don't know the logic either.

11. what are your hobbies?

I really like mobile games! I'm currently obsessed with Path to Nowhere, used to play a lot of King's Raid before they destroyed that game with awful updates, and also play Pokemon Go and Pikmin Bloom regularly to motivate myself to leave the house. Also puzzles, both solving and sometimes creating my own! And I'm also slowly getting into the NFL as well as the NHL (obviously). My thing is that when I get into something, I need to know everything about it and be the "best" at it, which screws me up a lot, but. Knowledge!

12. do you have any pets?

I used to have fish when I was a kid. I'm not in the right conditions to own a pet, both logistically and mentally.

13. how tall are you?

I don't know exactly but I think around 5'5" to 5'6", or 165 to 167 cm. I always wanted to end up around 5'9", so 175 cm, but I didn't get enough tall genes, I guess :( still have markings on the wall about ideal height :')

14. favorite subject in school?

When I was growing up, math; more currently, probably law classes.

15. dream job?

I've always envisioned myself ending up in law or business or especially politics, but like, not as a scumbag? If that makes sense. Like, a senator or even higher than that, but not a corrupt piece of shit. Which I know is impossible and an oxymoron. So I guess the answer is, most generally, a leader of some sort.

I'd tag the GC but Eliot did that already sooooo um, if you're following me and see this consider yourself tagged!

#stereax plays a tag game

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phila was a strange sight. not for sore eyes, no, she did not strike him as one for sympathy. no matter their non-existent interaction, libra at the very least knew of her existence. those who praised the exalt, those who were willing to put their lives on the line in the name of her safety . . . yes, they were synonymous in that much.

but, she was dead, wasn't she? it was wrong to gawk, and so he refrains. the clergy enjoyed simplicity, lavish things were beneath their grasp -- exercising humility was a critical aspect of the faithful. and so he simply holds nothing more than a grouping of yellow tulips, strewn together by white ribbon. it was a gesture of goodwill and gratefulness, but a late tribute to her existence. there was no corpse to pay blessings, and so this would be it for now, presented to her living and breathing form.

though . . . now it was not a tribute to mourning, or the sake of reminiscing. phila's blood remained within her body, her bones were not pushed through flesh and muscle in a bloodied heap against the ground. this was simply . . . a gift. he had said his prayers for fell souls, but now one stood before him.

"my name is libra, nothing more than a ylissean clergyman devoted to her grace," is what he starts with, holding the flowers within his grasp. "please accept these flowers as a token of our gratefulness to your devotion to the exalt. it has been long since due, and yet, i have only since had the time to deliver them to you."

libra sets them down on the table before her, before taking a short few steps back. "might i ask that you accept me saying hello in cordelias stead?" though she hadn't asked, and maybe it was rude, he figured it would be pleasing for cordelia to hear . . . back home. "you and i are strangers, that i'm aware, but she speaks highly of you and her station to all that she knows. i am certain it would bring her happiness to see you well."

Between bouts of drilling safety procedures, and marking theory tests, Phila was finding that any disposable time to hand today was fodder for ever increasing predicaments.

Sat at her desk, her work accompanied by the shriek and babble of student’s enjoying the warmth of Spring, she relishes the feeling of exhaustation that renders her arms and legs utterly leaden. Even as she sinks into her chair a little, her eyes remain alert. Ready to be snatched up by something essential that demands her attention immediately. A stray pegasi somehow getting loose from the stables, a stray arrow hitting a student in the leg: things generally at the moment seemed to be going astray. Wandering here and there, and generally just wherever Phila least needed them.

Whilst this would no doubt have been an endless source of frustration to a teacher who valued their own time more, Phila was very happy to submit to the rush of things to do. It made the hours pass easily, like a stream flowing through a brook, like water under a bridge. And she found it pleasant, floating along the silvery back of things that needed solving.

She was all too eager then, to anticipate whatever problem the monk currently approaching was experiencing. An oxymoronic look of disbelief that seems to muffle the monk’s features, though, holds her back from immediately demanding he demand something of her. There’s a flicker to his green eyes, like sunlight illuminating foliage. It leave her feeling measured. As if he were a judge, ready and waiting to read the innermost sections of her heart.

This confusion is so brief that it could be attributed to the interplay of light and shadow, and Phila is happy to allow it to be so. She doesn’t want to understand why a holy man’s gaze seems to pierce straight through her, to remind her of things that she had tried to surrender to this day’s task juggling.

The moment she hears Ylisse, however, she immediately raises her eyes, which had been examining a corner of her office in need of a sweep; meets his gaze which is soft, reminiscent of grass presed down by sleeping bodies on a summer’s day. A store of comfort, of respite. His features are delicate: framed by braided hair like gold foil around a portrait. Her eyes fill her thoughts, her hair imposes itself over all else. She hears devotion, and smiles. Her Grace, absent as she is, continues to guide her, bring her home.

She takes the offered flowers, bulbs of bright yellow that gleam like flames against her dusky armour, and holds them close to her chest. Just over her heart. The natural resting place of things that are dear to her. If Phila is dead, and her body is little more than a tomb, let it be a place where such beautiful things can flourish. ‘Thank you. This is one of the kindest gifts I’ve recieved in a long time.’ Casting her eye around for some water, she fills a cup and carefully fans out their stems inside. The thought that this gift, this tie between them, forged of course, by the Exalt, could wither makes her sadder than she’d like to admit. ‘Though, please. There is no need to praise duty. I was merely aiding Her Grace’s vision.’

Cordelia’s name, once so integral a part of her life, always on the lips of her older knight-sisters, floats from Libra like a cloud. ‘Cordelia said that?’ She asks, a slightly teasing lilt to her voice. ‘She has clearly forgotten the drills I used to train her in.’ The levity dances for but a moment.

Memories of a young girl, frantic and sobbing out the loss of her sisters crinkle the edges. She had failed her, failed them all in so many ways.

But, Cordelia had lived. Survived to speak her name. That eased the weight over her chest a little. ‘I would love dearly to see her someday, to return to Ylisse… she always showed exceptional talent, incredible promise.’

She stands, offers her hand to the monk before her. ‘Thank you. For bringing me home, even for a moment.’ Phila’s smile rarely reaches her eyes nowadays, but in this moment she can feel the old lines, echoes of her grin, pressing themselves anew into the corners of her face. ‘You must allow me to repay these wonderful gifts. If there is anything I can do for you, I will be by your side immediately.’

#asks: information is a knight's greatest boon #in character: there is work to be done #support: phila libra / past memories present day #long post warning #((KUJA THIS ASK IS SO SWEET IM SOBBINg.... I'm sorry I wrote so mcuh and said basically nothing at all :Sob:))#((call that the Mabel special))#((but I CARE THEM SO MUCh...))#((united by emmeryn's memory :softsmile:))#((and the cordelia mention is so lovely AUGH))#((we NEED to do a full thread with them sometime soon))

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Hey, does anyone have good sources handy on the use of U+26A6 ⚦ and U+263F ☿ as transgender symbols?

Also very interested in the use of U+26A8 ⚨, or any less-common glyphs, including any that aren't represented in Unicode.

(I'm aware that ☿ is more commonly used as an intersex symbol these days, and I'm sure the discussion of "who can use it" has been thoroughly discussed. Links to this discussion would also be appreciated -- I don't want to step on anyone's toes if the lines have been drawn such that this is not something an endosex trans person should use. (That feels kind of like an oxymoron, I think of what I have as at least an artificially induced intersex condition, but also recognize that is very different than what the "standard" intersex person experiences.))

#trans #transgender #symbols #intersex

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i-used-to-be-an-anti-feminist · 1 year

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I love /s how you say you're femisit but you're pro life. That's a oxymoron. There can be complications in a pregnancy that may require abortions such as sepsis. Not to mention that while you preach "Womanhood is more than biology" you're just reducing women to brood mares and saying oh well if something horrible happens to you such as rape, loss of income, etc it's a "gift from god" and accept it. You seem like the type to tell the family members of suicide victims "Everything has a purpose." And "God has a plan." But whatever, you're just pro forced birth

I don't think being feminist and being pro-life are automatically at odds. Mysogyny has a hand in many abortions, including sex-selctive abortion in favor of boys and women who are pressured into abortion due to sex trafficking, abusive situations, and society failing to support them.

I understand the perspective of bodily autonomy as it relates to abortion and would never personally insult the women who believe in it, despite my disagreement with their perspective. I also feel strongly about bodily autonomy, but from my perspective, bodily autonomy begins when a human being comes into existence. Children deserve protection from dismemberment at any stage of life, not just when they exit the womb.

The majority of abortions do not take place because of rape, and many who are pro-life consider this an exception. Just something to be aware of before you make an assumption. Also, the majority of those who are pro-life do not consider the removal of an unviable pregnancy during a medical procedure to be an abortion. Currently, ectopic pregnancies are not considered abortion by law, even in states that have banned abortion without exception. Termination of an unviable pregnancy to protect the life of the mother is currently legal in every state, and I would never advocate against that.

I feel an extreme amount of sympathy for victims of rape and incest. I have experienced sexual abuse and have thought a lot about pregnancy and the difficulty of that situation. I don't think the answer is easy, but I still don't believe that two wrongs make a right and that an unwanted child must die simply because they are unwanted. Victims deserve every bit of support, and I would never shame victims who've had abortions. I just feel incredibly sad for them.

I know you and many others see being pro-life as being "pro forced birth," but to me it's about not crossing the line into ending someone's life. I would rather prevent this by creating a world where women are less likely to feel that abortions are necessary than by regulating it with the law, but yes, I believe in the personhood of the unborn and therefore believe they deserve the same rights we all do. I'm sorry that we can't come to an understanding, but I hope I've at least corrected what might be false assumptions.

#You also made an assumption about what I would say to victims of suicide without knowing my personal history #I have no obligation to correct you #but just so we're clear #I don't go around giving my unsolicited opinion to victims of anything unless we are actively discussing something #and that isn't how I would respond to that kind of tragedy #People have free will #and they make choices and we don't always know the reason #abortion #ask box #my post #pro life feminism

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manygalaxiesinone · 9 months

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Sentencing Disgaea Antagonists for their Crimes Once More!

((You thought I was done with this one, didn't you? Nope! There are still more antagonists to cover and more time before Disgaea 7 comes out in US, so let's have another go! Keep in mind, I'm only covering the more antagonistic characters throughout the series and not everyone who has committed some sort of crime, because if I did that then almost every Disgaea character would be featured here.

And if you are new to this topic, I have to point out once again that I am NOT a lawyer. This is purely for the sake of entertainment and everything I point out should be taken with a grain of salt. I advise seeking elsewhere for legit legal advice and you happen to be an expert in law yourself, feel free to explain just how accurate this post is and correct me on certain points that I end up getting wrong. With that out of the way, let's get started.

Case 1: Vato Bros. Chewie, Cholo, and Churro are members of a large Orc family known as the Vatos and initially started off as Mao's enemies as they all attacked him during the beginning parts of the game. This would classify as multiple cases of assault and considering that they're students of Evil Academy, this might not be their only crime, but it's the only one I'm currently aware of. That being said, they all swore loyalty to Mao after the Student Evilection once they discovered he went out of his way to rescue Raspberyl, who saved their lives once before. While they did end up fighting Mao later on in the game, it was due to them being brainwashed by Sir Aurum and when they were freed, they made sure to invite the whole family to help out take back the school.

Vato Bros. Sentencing: For now I'm going to have to give them a pardon, as while they can be aggressive, they're not really all that bad, though this could change if Mao becomes a negative influence on them, which sadly, is more than likely.

Case 2: School Board President. The Head of the School Board of the Nether Institute, Evil Academy, is also the head of the PTA (Perfectly Trained Assassins). Her role is to maintain the chaotic stability of the academy, as oxymoronic as that sounds, and she does this by making sure the teachers and students remain evil and lazy, even going so far as to kidnap those who step out of line and subject to cloning and brainwashing. And while it hasn't been confirmed, it wouldn't be all that surprising if she's ordered hits on certain students and staff as well to keep them out of the picture. Her only redeeming qualities are the facts that she gathered the PTA to help Mao regain his senses when he was on the urge to slip into the dark side at the end of the game, and the fact that she makes sure all teachers and staff get their benefits such as insurance and PTO, whether or not the teachers working are licensed.

School Board President Sentencing: As such, I'll have to give Ms. President a few years in prison with a chance of parole, mainly due to the fact that anyone who's adamant in giving their employees their benefits that come with the job should not be kept away in the work force, especially in a field that's as underappreciative as education.

Case 3: Gold Knuckle Gold Knuckle is a senior student who only appears once in the main story and then again in Raspberyl's campaign. He's the main person hired by Sir Aurum behind the scenes to brainwash students into becoming delinquents, including the Vato Bros, which adds aiding and abetting to his list of crimes. Now brainwashing in of itself isn't exactly a crime to my knowledge as long as it doesn't lead to the victims doing anything illegal or harmful as a result, which might have been the case as delinquents tend to steer away from doing such actions, that is until near the end of the game where the Vato bros while under mind control, threatened to blow up the academy using a prinny bomb, which is of course, terrorism. As I said in my previous posts, acts like this could count as coercion as those who are brainwashed forced against their will do commit these actions. Unlike the Schoolboard President, Gold Knuckle doesn't have that many redeeming qualities outside of him helping out near the end of the game and protected one of the Vato Bros from a Zetta Beam in Beryl's story. And even then, he stated that he only did it to get a role in story.

Gold Knuckle's Sentencing: I think it would be fair to give Gold Knuckle about 5000 years in prison due to his long life span as a demon, but with a chance of parole since he's a student.

Case 4: Salvatore Salvatore the Magnificent is the Senior Class President of the Nether Institute, Evil Academy as well as the former leader of the Diez Gentlemen and rival of the Sophomore Class President, Master Bigstar. She's known for her ruthlessness due to her acting as a member of a military and barks impossible orders to both ally and enemy soldiers, which should count as some sort of brief of jurisdiction. Along with the other members of the Diez Gentlemen, she's also guilty of aiding and abetting Sir Aurum of his plans to take over the academy and corrupt Mao, though she's the only member who changed sides to help Mao and co in the end. She has also killed one person on screen, and even attempted to kill Mao, only for Sir Aurum disguised as Geoffry to take the bullet instead, marking one murder and one attempted murder since Mao didn't officially become the overlord until the end of the main story. That being said, those actions did occur during a time of war within the academy, which sounds odd on paper at first until you recall that the entire Netherworld itself is one massive school, meaning a war here could be taken as seriously as wars in any other world. Finally, we can't forget the field trip she was a part of during Disgaea 5 where both her and Mao harassed other students with a pillow fight and threaten to split a local man's head open like a watermelon. Both of which were stopped once Killia entered the picture.

Salvatore's sentencing: Until she can get her act together, I have no choice but to dishonorably discharge her from whatever military position she ranks under as well as 1000 years in prison with a chance of parole.

Case 5: Diez Gentlemen The rest of Diez Gentlemen will be handled in the same category to make things easier as they're all guilty of aiding and abetting Sir Aurum in one way or another. That being said, some of the members' crimes are more specific than others. Starting off with Prinny Mask who's responsible for remodeling the campus multiple times. The only reason that's a crime is because Sir Aurum does not have the legal authority to give him such a position as he does not own the campus and this was done behind Mao's back. Shyrone is a transfer student who constantly move to different schools to search for the person who he claimed stole his lunch money, openly acknowledging that he's prone to attack anyone around him he deemed suspicious, which is multiple cases of assault and vigilantism. Not helping his case is the fact that it's later revealed that he lost his lunch money after he spent it on something other than his lunch, meaning he had no justifiable reason to attack anyone to begin with. Same goes for Breezy Satina who travels around with a Sabercat to kill people for the fun of it, via making deadly games for people to play, including children, as well as Se-to-oh, who is clearly the game's parody version of Seto Kaiba from Yugioh, as he challenges random people to "duels" by sacrificing actual living monsters to summon others. There's also Effort Ninja Gorillian, who's famous for being the long time rival of the Ultra Chroma Power Squad: Prism Rangers outside of the academy. So much so that he was willing to attack the rangers when they were busy fighting the Hades Party during Fuka and Desco's takeover of one of the Human Worlds, which is obstruction of justice. There's also Bo Tie who has an unhealthy obsession with sweat, so much so that the mere scent of it and seeing one's potential on how much sweat they'll produce gets him creepily excited. You know it's bad when even Mao is so creeped out he runs away from you. There's also the self proclaimed monster tamer Goro who treats his beasts so cruelly that they turn against him on a regular basis, Pauline, who's a typical necromancer suffering from Split Personality Disorder, and finally Beyond X, who shapeshifts herself into various students and staff inside the academy for spying on behalf of Sir Aurum, which is of course identity theft.

Diez Gentlemen sentencing: The only one being granted a full pardon is Prinny Mask as Sir Aurum would ultimately be held responsible for his actions. Pauline would likely be tasked to seek asylum to help with her disorder. Bo Tie might get some restraining orders against everyone he creeped out with his sweat obsession, including Mao. Both Se-to-oh and Goro will be forbidden from having contact with another animal again and likely face some jail time. A few millennia for Se-to-oh specifically and Goro for the remainder of his life given his age. Both Beyond X and Gorillian will both be served 2500 years in prison, but Gorillian has a chance of parole. Finally, Breezy Satina and her sabercat will both be given the death penalty.

Case 6: Stella Grossular Stella is the student body president of the Death Institute: Majin Academy, the rival school of the Nether Insitute: Evil Academy. She's also the daughter of the school's late dean and overlord. Wanting to make her father proud and improve the school as well as feeling immense hatred and envy toward Evil Academy, she made it her mission to sabotage the school, going so far as to incite her only friend, Rutile, to help her steal Mao's Dean Certificate only to gaslight her when Rutile try to convince her to return it. She then tries to kill Mao and co when they make it to the Majin Academy to reclaim the dead. Since this part of the story takes place after the events of the main story and Mao is now the dean/overlord of the academy, this would make Stella guilty of attempted regicide. Even after she reforms and transfers to Evil Academy to start anew, she made it clear that she still plans on taking over the Netherworld as part of her majin training.

Stella Grossular sentencing: Like with Gold Knuckle, I am going to give her 5000 years in prison with a chance of parole. Depending on how well her reform goes, she could end up with a lighter sentence, which is possible when she has someone as pure hearted as Rutile helping her out every step of the way.

Case 7: Super Hero Aurum We have finally arrived at the main antagonist of the game. Even before the events of the main story, Aurum has a few crimes under his belt, but almost all of them are pretty heavy. The lightest of the bunch is hiring Prinny Mask to rearrange the academy multiple times without authorization of Mao or the PTA. He has also committed multiple accounts of regicide and deicide (the murder of a god) during his time as a hero. Granted some of which are when he was protecting the innocent from evil, but more recent fights, like the one against Mao's father, were simply for the sake of finding the strongest demon so he can die in battle. It's also believed that he's also responsible for the death of Stella's father as he died while fighting an unspecified hero. There's also his attempt to take over the academy as part of his plan to get Mao to descend further into darkness. Speaking of Mao, we can't forget the years of abuse he gave him while he disguised himself as his butler, Geoffry, most notably whenever he experimented on Mao as well as the fact that he raised Mao for the sole purpose of having one final battle, which would have lead to the destruction of all reality as shown in the game's worst ending. Finally, while Disgaea RPG's canonicity is up for debate, it's interesting to point out that he teamed up with Archangel Vulcanus to help Tyrant Baal take over the Disgaea universe and part of the plan to do so was killing several prinnies before they were able to reincarnate for the sake of using their souls to create a massive prinny bomb, which is not only genocide but also terrorism.

Super Hero Aurum's sentencing: Normally this would be more than enough to give him the death penalty, however this would be counter intuitive as Sir Aurum WANTS to die. Not only that but Mao has already punished him for his actions at the end of Disgaea 3's main story by experimenting on him and turning him into Geoffry X, forcing him to live and serve under him for the remainder of his days, so everything outside of Disgaea RPG would no longer count against him in this trial under double jeopardy. If Disgaea RPG is considered canon to the series, meaning that Aurum has somehow broke free from Mao's control, it might be best to sentence him to existence erasure, which might be possible after someone removes the parts he obtained from evil gods and someone convinces Gig, the God of Death and Destruction to carry out said sentence.))

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